Thursday, October 25, 2012

I know I have a bad relationship with food. I know the things I choose to eat are going to hurt me, but yet when the chance presents itself to do myself harm I invariably take it.

I am currently taking a class from 5:30 to 7:00 on Mondays and Wednesdays, so I often don't get supper until I get home around 7:30. My wife works diligently to provide me with food choices that my aging and injured body can handle with a minimum of undue stress. She does a fine job and I love her for the work she does.

On the rare occasion that I am left to my own devices, all of her hard work comes to naught. Like a child, animal, or every other grown man on the planet I will do things I know I shouldn't if I am left unattended.

All that said, I had plans to drive to my folks house last night after class. "Self," says I, "your family is at church and has been since before you got off of work. Nothing will be ready for you to eat. You know your parents have already eaten, so you should get something on the way."

It was at this point that the clouds parted and a shaft of golden light feel from the heavens on the Carl's Jr. that I was approaching. I address myself once again, "Haven't eaten there in a while. Why not?"

I pull into the drive thru and there, on the menu, is an advertisement for a new choice. Next, a very pleasant voice come to me over the intercom and asks, "Would you care to try the new Memphis BBQ Burger?"

"Why yes, yes I would," I reply.

"Can I get you some fries and a drink as well?" asks the voice.

"That would be great."

Then I pull forward to the window and am handed this...

Pulled pork with bbq sauce, a hamburger patty, cheese, and fried onion strings all contained between a warm bun. Chowed it down like the dog with your favorite shoe when you're not home. Knew it was going to bring trouble and didn't even care.